Thrice Rescued - Sex Stories

Thrice Rescued

... child and Vera had stopped taking her birth control pills shortly before her previous trip. I put the additional fervor of our lovemaking down to her attempting to get pregnant before the trip. The following morning she'd caught the train for the office with her bags and briefcase and I'd gone off to school. It was the last time I ever saw or spoke to her.

The security cameras in front of Vera's office would later show her leaving the office as if heading for the airport. A black SUV with temporary tags picked her up and whisked her away. When I didn't hear from her for a couple of days, I began to be concerned. Phone calls went to voice mail. Emails went unopened. Text messages weren't generating a response. This had never happened before. I became very worried that something had happened.

I finally called Vera's office to find out what was going on. They told me that she was on vacation. Vacation? No way. She'd been clear she was flying out to the Midwest after working all day. Had they heard from her? No, they hadn't.

Now frantic with worry, I reported Vera as a missing person. The local police were sympathetic, but not convinced that my concerns were warranted. After all, Vera was an adult. Had we quarreled? Did she have a lover? Perhaps she'd lost her phone. Or maybe she was just too busy to deal with a concerned husband.

When it became clear that her phone was out of service, her laptop untraceable, her credit cards unused and our bank accounts untapped, ...

... the cops finally began to take me more seriously. Vera's employer turned over the recorded footage from the security cameras outside their offices, which revealed Vera entering the SUV. The temporary tags proved to be fake. No such tag number existed. Now the cops began a more extensive investigation. They questioned me for hours before confirming that I'd been in an after-school department meeting with ten other teachers at the time Vera had entered the vehicle. They searched all through our house, investigated our finances, and concluded that there was no evidence at all of what had happened to my wife. She had just vanished from the face of the earth, a 21st Century Judge Crater.

I melted down completely. Although I'd recognized early in our marriage that Vera's feelings for me might never rise to the same level as mine for her, I had been sure she'd loved me as much as she was able to, given the limitations resulting from her extensive foster care background. I couldn't believe that Vera had just left me. She'd taken none of the things that had meaning for her, except my first Christmas present, the necklace which she never removed even if she were wearing other jewelry. As I became more and more convinced that something terrible had happened to her, I began to drink to numb the pain. The school district had given me a leave of absence to deal with the loss and the school year was nearly over, so I would have the entire summer to recover from my loss. Or, I'd have the ...